Wshaw: That's great to hear it has a "kind of genius" - I picked it up on a whim, knowing nothing about either the book or the author.
The Virago edition has a short introduction by Polly Devlin, written in 1982, but I avoid reading introductions until after I've read the book: they can be great if they just set it in context, but too often they tell the reader what they (the introduction writer) think the book is all about, and I prefer to make my own mind up first!

I was determined not to bookshop till Tuesday afternoon at the earliest, but I weakened on passing a branch of The Works and ended up with Edith Wharton's The House of Mirth and The Age of Innocence, and Elizabeth Taylor's Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont, all for the princely sum of five pounds.

Coming back from the Post Office this morning I bumped into a friend's annual charity book sale - which he had neglected to tell me about. Amongst the few books that I allowed myself to buy were The Oxford Book of Modern Science Writing ed. Richard Dawkins and Cecil B DeMille and the Golden Calf by Simon Louvish (not that I am an especially great fan of DeMille but I have this policy of buying any books about films published by Faber and Faber.)

I was fairly restrained because I was already feeling guilty about having bought this lot earlier in the morning: